Casual readers here at the DP and DP devotees know how much the I love my New York Knicks, and how much the last seven years has caused me so much misery and pain. However, this year, the sky is now clear, the W’s are on the board, and finally, playoff basketball is back in the Garden again.
[Blog side note: And while we’re on this topic, let me just say, from this Knicks fan, and probably them all, thank you Donnie Walsh. Someday, you will be immortalized here at the DP (if that validates anything), and yes, Jimmy Dolan, if you fail to exercise the option to keep this man around, please trust, you will again be the favorite for 2011 Idiot of the Year. Just blogging.]
Now, the first two games in this opening series against the hated Boston Celtics have been hurtful. Yes, downright heartbreak. As Mike Breen stated during game 2, “Knick fans almost forgot how exhilarating playoff games can be, yet, how crushing the losses can be as well.” Yet, I’ll admit, its the type of hurt I’ll gladly accept.
Afterall, nothing can be worse than what Isiah has put us through, right?
Nonetheless, as we come home down two games to the Celtics, I cannot wait for game three in Madison Square Garden. I cannot wait to see the bright lights on that stage, to hear the roar of that Garden crowd, and to feel the goose bumps when the introductions are made.
Nothing will ruin Friday night.
Not these Celtic fans that apparently live in New York and have very little knowledge (or allegiance for that fact) of the Celtics prior to Pierce, Garnett, and Allen.
Not the fact that Stoudemire and Billups are doubtful.
Not even spoiled Lakers fans (and “Lakers” fans) that take logo for granted.
And hey, maybe not even a another crushing loss.
Nope. On Friday night, that logo will be back on the floor of the Garden. A simple sight that represents so much for Knick fans.
Where we’ve been. Where we are. And Where we are going.